“Do not disrespect the Ewoks in such a manner, Daniel Jackson. They need not be compared to Jar Jar to be considered formidable warriors.”

“Huh? What? Someone say my name?”

“No one did. Go back to sleep, Cam. And you, Daniel, you are cut off. Give me the bottle.”

“No.”

“Daniel!”

“No. I’m older than you and you can’t make me.”

“Sticking your tongue out? Really?”

“Be quiet! You are disturbing my enjoyment of this film.”

“Honestly, how can you enjoy this, Teal’c? It wasn’t that good in the first place. And it has not improved over the years.”

“Daniel, I’m waiting.”

“For crying out loud, Daniel, just give her the damn bottle so we can finish the movie and get some rest.”

“You don’t have to wait for the end of the movie. Just look at Shaft over there!”

“Huh? What? Someone say my name?”

“Nope.”

“Sam, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Let me see Mitchell’s face.”

“Well... Okay, maybe I’m getting some revenge for that hazing incident at the Academy.”

“Put down the Sharpie.”

“Oh my god. Sam, give me the marker and your drink. And the next time you host Team Reunion Night, I’m locking the liquor cabinet.”

“Oh Cassandra, be a sport! Besides, after they pass out, I can tell you all kinds of stories that you can use for blackmail later! Believe me, darling, they’ll be buying you your next house with all the goodies I know.”

I'm not familair with the SG-1 verse, but I have to say that I found this little piece of fic rather delightful. Beer, friends, and movies are a unversial theme, I think, that transcends all fandoms. I love how I can tell different people are speaking by their dialogue. Very nicely done!